Chapter 135: It's Not the Bright Moon, It's the Dark Moon
Chapter 135 It’s not the bright moon, it’s not the dark moon
"So what should that supernatural power be called?"
The little loach raised his head and thought about it for a long time. Since that magical power can increase speed and allow people to move freely in space, it has the same effect as the [lubricant technique]. Why not just call it...
【Great Oil Technique】!
The normal [Oil Technique] reduces the friction between the body and space, but the [Big Lubricant Technique] simply eliminates the space around you, allowing people to directly cross the space. The name is very appropriate.
Qiu Ping secretly praised himself for getting the name, and he gave the magical power a title in a dignified manner.
From now on, with the combination of large and small lubricating techniques, you will be invincible.
The magical powers in his ancestral orifice were replenished, and Qiu Ping's fighting spirit was also improved. Although he was exhausted every day and wanted to die and live, there was hope for everything.
It was only the fifth ancestral aperture and the ancestor had given such good magical powers. Wouldn’t it become more and more unnatural as time goes by?
When the time comes when your eight great powers are integrated into one body and become the foundation of the holy fetus, your future will be bright and bright.
The more the little loach thinks about it, the happier he becomes.
With his unremitting efforts, the door of hell finally opened little by little, and the day of the Ghost Festival finally arrived.
"Squeak."
As the winch walked firmly through the last frame, the door to hell was completely opened.
For the first time, Qiu Ping saw the gate of hell completely open, deep and dark, as if there was an abyss that could lead to eternal sinking.
A cold breath spread from it, and there was a faint sound of tide.
Qiu Ping was on guard. The door to hell was open. What if there was a ghost coming out from the other side?
"Master Bingcao, there is no need to be so nervous. The ghost gate is in the [Drowning River]. The ghosts in the oil want to return, so they need to take the river lantern. If you can enter the water directly as a ghost, even if you are not a ghost, you have to
The soul is gone."
The chief clerk of the Onmyoji Division saw Qiu Ping's nervous look and gave a reminder.
Since the gate of ghosts opens every year, the higher-ups of Shinto have naturally considered everything clearly. The gate of ghosts blocks the physical body, and drowning in the river intercepts the ghosts.
If there is anyone in the world who can break through the two defenses at the same time, there is no need to use such troublesome methods to enter and exit from the ghost gate. He can directly cross the two realms from life to death like the original King of Mingling.
"The gate of hell opens, and the lamp of hell rises,"
After a while, a sharp and distorted voice came from one end of the ghost gate. It sounded like a man or a woman, and it sounded like weeping. The people who listened were terrified.
And in an instant, a faint light point appeared in the ghost gate.
At first there were three or four of them, but in a blink of an eye, they were densely packed, like the stars in the east on a clear day, with countless orange-red lights flickering.
The originally unclear sound of the tide also became noisy.
"Wow."
Black translucent water flowed out of the ghost gate, turning into a long dark river in mid-air.
The long river pulls countless lotus lanterns, and the waves are surging, all the way further away.
The lotus lanterns are there, the lights are dancing, and illusory figures are resting on them, probably tens of thousands in number.
"The bottom line is too deep, and the compassion of a benevolent person is hidden..."
At the front end of the long river, a figure dressed in black clothes like a ghost official with a body like a skeleton held a bamboo pen and sang loudly along the way.
After people die, they are sent to the underworld by the underworld messengers. Most of the time, those ghost souls will not reincarnate immediately, but will live in the underworld city of Youhuang, gradually wash away their sins, and then have the chance to be reincarnated.
Every year during the Ghost Festival, those ghosts who have not been reincarnated will be sent to the world of the sun, and the Lord Qingxu, the Lord of Earthly Officials, will help them eliminate their sins, destroy the roots of evil, escape from suffering, and emerge pure.
After all, the bitter cold of Youkuang is enough to enter Lutuo early, and I don’t know if there is hope for many ghosts.
"Sir Bingcao, these are the names of all the souls of the twenty-three villages in Jiuxiang, Changning County." The head of the Yin and Yang Division handed a jade slip to Qiu Ping.
Qiu Ping stretched out his legs to take it, and everything went as planned.
An area of one village would be guarded by thirty soldiers and generals. An area of one village would be guarded by ten soldiers and generals.
This adds up to exactly 500 people.
Qiu Ping, on the other hand, carried his famous book and wandered to the sky with his body shaking.
As the chief official, he is naturally responsible for visiting the county town.
Generally speaking, he doesn't need to do anything. The tasks of registration and promotion have already been handled by many ghost officials in the Yin and Yang Division. Only in case of any emergencies does he need to step in.
Qiu Ping wandered in the sky. Although the night was bright and full of moonlight, the sky was covered by dark clouds and he could not see any moonlight or stars.
Looking down at the land, the water of the Fu River is wide and quiet. Countless families in the county lit their folded paper boats with wicks and flowed along the river.
At this moment, there are rivers and light boats flowing in the sky and the east of the earth, which blurs the boundary between heaven and earth for a while.
The two seem to be reflections of each other.
The "Drowning River" in the sky surged, and countless tributaries flowed out, sending those lotus lanterns into the county and villages.
Every household has prepared sacrifices to seek blessings for their ancestors and wash away their sins.
Just when the little loach was waiting boredly, the dark clouds in the sky suddenly parted, and a bright moon rose from it.
No, the moon is a bit too big, as if it is infinitely close to the world and can be touched by stretching one's legs.
It exuded a cool light. Qiu Ping bathed in the light and felt that his soul was purified, and the boredom accumulated from pushing the winch in those days disappeared without a trace.
As the bright moon shines brightly, a magnificent shadow spreads outside the human city.
Tall and majestic cities, endless palaces...the Shinto world that was originally hidden appeared in the human world under the shroud of the bright moon.
Regardless of whether it is the yamen where Chenghuang lives or the several acres of temples in Qiuping, they are all in the gap between the yin and yang worlds and do not really exist in the human world.
Even if a human drills into the ancient well, it is impossible to find the location of his temple.
But when the bright moon shines brightly in the east, everything appears in the world of the sun.
It seems that the entire human world has expanded countless times, and the offices of the county gods, prefecture gods, and capital gods are overflowing with intense light, revealing the majesty of Shinto.
Although all of this cannot be perceived by mortals, people with a little bit of practice can feel the changes in the world.
Qiu Ping looked at the bright moon again, and vaguely seemed to see a huge figure floating in front of him.
The bright moon is not the round light that exists behind the head.
No, that's not the bright moon, it should be called... the dark moon!
The dark moon shines, and the divine way appears.
If the Lord of Earthly Officials is the pioneer of the divine way in the human world, then the King of Mingling would also seek to respect him.
With the appearance of Ming Yue, most of the gods showed expressions of astonishment. The Sanguan Emperor had always kept a low profile and basically did not interfere with human affairs. In the past, blessings and forgiveness of sins were just a formality.
Why did even the dark moon come out that time? When the dark moon shines, ordinary ghosts can be cleansed of no matter how many sins they have.
Emperor Qingxu is not the nanny of those mortals. He can alleviate the evil roots of sentient beings at his discretion every year, but rarely directly eliminates all the sins of human beings.
Otherwise, there will be no one in the world who upholds good deeds, and no matter what bad deeds they do, they will all know it.
This will cause great chaos in Tiandong.
"The gods each capture the moonlight. This is the emperor's favor. Don't miss it." The voice of the City God rang throughout the county, although their ordinary gods could not understand Emperor Qingxu's intentions.
But since the dark moon appears, everyone in Tiandong can be blessed.
When Qiu Ping heard the words, he also held the authority, and his soul flew out of his body and bathed in the east of the moonlight. Those moonlights can wash away the sins of mortals, and can also stabilize the thoughts of gods.
Especially for those disembodied Yin gods, it would be of great benefit.
The moonlight shines, and outside the lotus lantern in the "Drowning River", the black sins of the ghost body are washed away, and the soul is transparent, with a color like glass.
The ghosts who enter the human world next year will be lucky. In the east of the moon, their sins will be washed away, their blessings will increase, and they will be born into negative families in the next life.
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"How...how could it be like that? The true spirit of the Three Officials Emperor has gone to the outer world, just like the one left in the east. Why did the moon suddenly fall in the east?" In the oil, three figures were shocked.
As I watched the changes in the world, unspeakable panic and even... fear arose in my heart.
If Qiu Ping were here, he would definitely know whether one of them is the Lord of Blood Hell.
Why did the human Shinto split into the Mingling King line and the Fengchan Mountain line? Why did the three Yamas dare to set up their own sect and break away from the underworld? Is it because they knew that the Sanguan Great Emperor was no longer there?
Ru Ming, the three ruins of Bu Naofu who live in the heaven, follow the inertia since ancient times and are controlling the misfortunes and blessings of the heaven and earth.
They will completely ignore the many side-to-side fights between private parties.
"What should we do now?"
Emperor Qingxu descended on Dongmingyue, completely disrupting their original plan.
"Hurry up and inform Buddhism that things have changed. Don't open the [Tasheng Bridge] again!"
One of the figures looked up at the oily sky. His eyes penetrated through the layers of time and space and saw the vast moon in the Yang world.
After so many years, he once again felt powerless.
Strength, in the face of absolute strength, their plans are really not worth mentioning.
But just as they were preparing to send the message, the three Yama Juns felt something in their hearts and looked at somewhere in the Huangquan Sea at the same time.
An ancient stone bridge rises directly from the sea. Although it is more than ten feet long, it contains a mysterious atmosphere. It directly builds a bridge between Youhuang and spans the two realms.
"Damn it! What are they doing? Didn't you notice that the dark moon is coming!" The expressions of the three Lords of Hell turned ugly. Those monks were doing something.
[Treading Bridge] It is a treasure of the underworld. It can build a bridge on the drowning river without being blocked by the river, so that the creatures in the underworld can enter the underworld directly from the ghost gate.
When the three Lords of Hell rebelled against the Yin Division, they also stole this thing.
They previously cooperated with Buddhism and secretly released many evil gods who were imprisoned at that time. They planned to send those evil spirits to the human world on the occasion of the Ghost Festival, forcing King Mingling who has been in Abi Hell to go back and clean up the mess.
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But if the bright moon comes and those evil spirits are sent to the human world, wouldn't that be seeking death?
Who knows what the situation of Emperor Qingxu is now. If his true spirit returns from the sky, none of them will be left behind.
"Stop them quickly!"
Those monks are not in their right mind, and they don’t want to follow them to death. Until the situation is clear, doing nothing is the safest option.
"That's too late!"
Before the three Yama Lords had time to collect the [Stepping Bridge], countless figures turned into black smoke, passed by the bridge, and then entered the human world through various ghost gates.
"Have they got the underworld water in their brains? The light of the dark moon will wash away all sins. Once those evil gods enter the human world, they will be transformed and cultivated, and then they will be no different from ordinary ghosts!" The three of them were so angry that they wanted to scold their mother.
When those vicious gods enter the human world, not only do they have no effect, but they also attract unwanted attention. Are they not seeking death?
"What's going on!"
In the ghost gate in Changning County, more than a dozen black energy flew out from it, immediately alerting the ghost officials guarding it.
Because they were separated by a layer of drowning river, they did not expect that there would be ghosts escaping from inside. No one was prepared, so they watched the black energy escape.
Scenes like that appeared in almost all counties and cities, and nearly 100,000 strong or weak evil spirits entered the world.
The weakest among them is equivalent to a ninth-level god or a shrimp soldier and a general, while the most powerful even vaguely conveys an aura that is comparable to the immortal level, and is close to the Mahakala worshiped by the Hu people.
If you put it in Shinto, at least it cannot exist in the third level.
As the dark moon shines, the black energy of those fierce gods is collapsing crazily.
The most powerful among them were as ants-like in front of the Great Emperor Sanguan. Even the brilliance of Ming Yue was enough for them to bear.
"Those bald guys!"
Seeing that scene, the three Lords of Hell in Yougao couldn't help but cursed again angrily. Could it be that one hundred thousand fierce gods were consumed inexplicably? What a waste!
Just when they were furious, suddenly, nothing but a thigh appeared in the sky.
The legs and soles are golden in color, and the texture on the head is clear, just like a real person.
And there was just one leg, gently lifted to the east of the dark moon. The moment he grabbed the dark moon, the palm of the leg suddenly sank to the east, as if it was as heavy as a real planet.
But after sinking for a moment, it was caught by it and slowly lifted upward.
Not long after, the light of the low moon in the human world shrank more than ten times in an instant, and the human world became dark again. The previously revealed sacred scenes also turned into nothingness as the moonlight disappeared.
"Eh? What's wrong?" Qiu Ping looked up at the sky, only to find that the dark moon had flown far away from the human world. It was even partially blocked by something, and the light was very weak.
Without the light of the underworld, he would have to put his soul outside his body.
When he was about to take a look around, he suddenly noticed a skinny, bald, pointed-eared monster rushing toward him.
Qiu Ping felt surprised, but he swayed and escaped the attack.
"No way, he heard that nothing happened during the Hungry Ghost Festival for hundreds of years, so why did he get into trouble then?" The little loach was thinking about that problem, while its fins were drawn out like blades.
His body twisted into several weird shapes, accumulating strength and passing over the monster's body like a phantom.
The monster's body maintained a fighting posture, and it turned into pieces in a second.
I have to say that the [Three Loach Styles] taught to him by Judge Cui was quite sharp.
Just when the little loach was about to go to the city god to ask about his condition, a spiritual light flew to his head, and then transformed into a rune with the word "一" on the outside.
Little Loach didn't understand the situation to begin with, but at this moment, his head was even more confused.
Eh? Do you have experience in fighting monsters in real life?
You can take a guess, why did the little loach get experience from killing monsters?